Song Description

Season of Change is a Dylanesque prophetic protest song with high energy syncopated piano. In progress, lyrics only. Music is just a place holder.

Lyrics

If you see me with my feet upon the ground,
It doesn't mean I haven't risen,
You shouldn't judge a man,
These superficial things they get around,

Rumors fly like buzzards eating at the truth,
Carcasses rot poison stalking in your youth,
Finding heaven's not as easy it seems,
You might agree,

Chorus:

And when you see me fly,
You'll know the season has begun,
Season of change come to restore you,

And when you ask me why,
The moon is spinning 'round the sun,
I will agree,
It's a mystery,

Yet when the eagle flies the storm is coming on the day,
The day the prophet has foretold you,
To see your future look into the lessons of today,
Let the present rearrange,
The season of change,
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When you beat all of your brothers to the ground,
Corporate greed for most their money's never found,
Poison medications worst than the disease,
It spreads unease,

Where did you think your fear and lies were headed to,
Revolutions rise the crowds are after you,
The rabble rousers set the stage,
Their cause not so strange,

Chorus:

The season of change,